Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Thank you for that info on Mrs.
Weasly's first name, I thank the few who reviewed. And thank you, Kid
Majere, for finding a mistake of mine. I'll try to remember the other
characters and not leave them out. This chapter, however, will probably
revolve around Ginny.
If Ever A Star Shone Brighter
Ginny opened her eyes. The rays of light shining in through the open window told her that it must be at least 9 to 10 in the morning. The events of the past night came upon her, and she didn't feel angry, sad, or guilty at all. In fact, she felt regret for not doing this sooner. She felt free. She felt like she could fly away, and no one could ever bother her again, but not right now. She had to clean up some really messy work right now.
Ginny lumbered down the stairs wearing a red bandana on top of her short braided pig-tails, really extremely short jean shorts with a yellow spaghetti strap top with two very large very wet and seeping black bags. She exited through the back door into the garden. Nobody would've guessed it, but Ginny was very VERY strong for her sex and age. She tossed the bodies on the floor in the back yard and started digging in a desolate spot. She dug very deep, and when satisfied, she tossed the bodies in the large whole, and started filling it back up. She dusted off her legs and shorts and went back inside to clean up the mess. She got on her knees and started scrubbing the stairs, then her parents' room. It was around ten at night by then, so she decided it was too late to do any more, so she watched some T.V. and fell asleep on the couch.
The next day, however, Ginny woke up around 9, same time as yesterday, got up, took a shower, and changed into some overall pants and a red tang-top, she left to the store to buy some flowers. 'Doing things the muggle way is so. relaxing.' she thought as she was in the back yard potting flowers in the supposed desolate place, now occupied with a small hill (Arthur and Molly, together in death). She didn't expect anyone to show up. But, after all, it wasn't like Arthur not to show up to work.
"A strange spot to pot flowers, don't you think? And why the muggle way?" It was Cedric's father.
"Hey Mr. D, how's it goin'?"
He stared at her, eyebrow raised.
"Me dads' makin' me do it. A new treatment for me and my 'problem'"
"Problem, aye?"
"That's what they like to call it. They can't admit that I have an obsession."
"Just like yer dad. doing things the muggle way," he sighed, "I suppose if that works."
She nodded.
"Where is your dad, by the way?"
"You mean he didn't tell you??"
"What do you mean?"
Ginny stood up, "Him and me mum went to Egypt, Bills' gotten some bad disease, wizards or witches haven't seen the like of it. They left two nights ago," she headed inside the house, "Would you like to come in for a minute, Mr. D? Have something to drink?"
"Oh, really, now? Poor Bill. I can only be grateful that my Cedric died a quick death, and not a slow and painful one."
Ginny dropped a glass she was pulling out from the Shelf. Mr. Diggory had followed her inside.
"Oh, you must forgive me, the meds. they. they make my hands shaky, see?" She held out her hands, showing Mr. Diggory her hands that where indeed violently shaking. She swished her wand and cleaned up the mess easily and got another glass down from the shelf.
"Bills not going to die, you know." She said seriously as she put the glass on the counter.
"Yes, course not. What. meds."
Ginny paused, "Sometimes, when my overdose gets a little. too out of hand. they think they could solve my pill-taking with taking more pills. They cause rather bad. side affects."
"Like?"
"Temporary Epilepsy, Slight convulsions, head aches. things like that."
"Pills. shouldn't you get wizarding help instead of the muggle way?"
"This. this situation is very foreign to them, and they wouldn't know what to do. Muggles, however, are very accustomed to it."
"I see."
"Brandy?" Ginny held up an amber-colored bottle
"Oh, no thank you, I should be leaving. Do you know when Arthur will be back?"
"Whenever Bill gets better, I suppose."
"And."
"Bill is in an unpredictable state right now."
"Why would they leave you alone if you."
"They think that maybe if I could gain their respect, maybe they could my respect. They don't know what to do with me anymore. They're trying everything they can."
"Oh. I see. Well, I'll leave you to your. things."
And with that, he left.
Ginny sighed, and looked down at the knife in her hand. She picked it up, remembering how close she was to cutting the arrogant bastards throat.
"Stupid idiot," she mumbled as she poured some of the brandy that was in her hand into the cup and took a large swing of it.
The next day, she left to the mall with some money (not hers, and not her dads, either) to get a new wardrobe. The yellow spaghetti straps and sunny tang-tops didn't exactly fit her morbid taste. She left to find anything that fits her taste, and she did. She then walked around, finding new makeup. She came home with her new wardrobe and makeup to hide it. She walked about; humming a lively toon, and started making herself lunch.
'Hmm.' she thought, 'I really shouldn't stay here for very long. they might suspect.'
The doorbell rang. Ginny bounced up to the front door and answered it.
"G'morning, Gin, I was wondering how your parents are doin'! Have you received letter from them?"
Ginny, thinking fast bit her lower lip in worry, "No, Mr. D, I'm afraid I haven't. I suspect Bill is in a terrible state, and they're too busy to write to me, and tell me the results! Then again, they COULD at least write to me."
Diggory looked at her sadly, and replied, "My child, M afraid to be the one tellin' ya, but. I wrote to Bill the other day, asking how he was, if everything is ok, asked him about the sickness. he says that he's been very well, and hasn't been sick for quite some time."
Ginny's mouth dropped open in astonishment, "You mean." she paused, looked down, and looked back up, "Mister Diggory, where are my parents??"
"Calm down, now. How did your parents leave, of what source made them go to Bill?"
Ginny paused, then, "Aye, I'll find it, come inside, have a seat, I'll be back."
Ginny ran up the stairs. She shut the door to her parents' room and shook off the look of anger and shock, and replaced it with a thoughtful look. She got out a piece of parchment, waved her wand a bit, and typing appeared on the paper:
"Dear Mr. And Mrs. Weasly. We regret to inform you that your son, Bill, is in a terrible state of sickness. This case of sickness has not been identified yet, but could be soon. It would be best if you came to his side quickly, for his health is rapidly decreasing.
Sincerely Yours, The Warlock Health Institution Of Egypt"
And on the top left hand corner of the letter, The Warlock Health Institution Of Egypt's crest was forged. A vanilla envelope was summoned with The Burrows address typed upon it and the same crest top left hand corner. She aged the print a bit in both the letter and the envelope just incase it was checked. She did a spell so no one could see where this letter came from. She soon bounded down the steps (in a rush, of course), worried look back on her face and handed the envelope to Mr. Diggory. He read it swiftly. He then looked up.
"Mrs. Weasly, we better get the Ministry of Magic on this case. I fear that your parents have been kidnapped." Ginny nodded enthusiastically.
A/N: I know this isn't very long; then again, all my chapters aren't very long. I forget Mr. Diggory's first name, something with an A, but I lost my books somewhere under my bed and I refuse to make a mess of my room looking for them. The next chapter would be less. insane. I think.
If Ever A Star Shone Brighter
Ginny opened her eyes. The rays of light shining in through the open window told her that it must be at least 9 to 10 in the morning. The events of the past night came upon her, and she didn't feel angry, sad, or guilty at all. In fact, she felt regret for not doing this sooner. She felt free. She felt like she could fly away, and no one could ever bother her again, but not right now. She had to clean up some really messy work right now.
Ginny lumbered down the stairs wearing a red bandana on top of her short braided pig-tails, really extremely short jean shorts with a yellow spaghetti strap top with two very large very wet and seeping black bags. She exited through the back door into the garden. Nobody would've guessed it, but Ginny was very VERY strong for her sex and age. She tossed the bodies on the floor in the back yard and started digging in a desolate spot. She dug very deep, and when satisfied, she tossed the bodies in the large whole, and started filling it back up. She dusted off her legs and shorts and went back inside to clean up the mess. She got on her knees and started scrubbing the stairs, then her parents' room. It was around ten at night by then, so she decided it was too late to do any more, so she watched some T.V. and fell asleep on the couch.
The next day, however, Ginny woke up around 9, same time as yesterday, got up, took a shower, and changed into some overall pants and a red tang-top, she left to the store to buy some flowers. 'Doing things the muggle way is so. relaxing.' she thought as she was in the back yard potting flowers in the supposed desolate place, now occupied with a small hill (Arthur and Molly, together in death). She didn't expect anyone to show up. But, after all, it wasn't like Arthur not to show up to work.
"A strange spot to pot flowers, don't you think? And why the muggle way?" It was Cedric's father.
"Hey Mr. D, how's it goin'?"
He stared at her, eyebrow raised.
"Me dads' makin' me do it. A new treatment for me and my 'problem'"
"Problem, aye?"
"That's what they like to call it. They can't admit that I have an obsession."
"Just like yer dad. doing things the muggle way," he sighed, "I suppose if that works."
She nodded.
"Where is your dad, by the way?"
"You mean he didn't tell you??"
"What do you mean?"
Ginny stood up, "Him and me mum went to Egypt, Bills' gotten some bad disease, wizards or witches haven't seen the like of it. They left two nights ago," she headed inside the house, "Would you like to come in for a minute, Mr. D? Have something to drink?"
"Oh, really, now? Poor Bill. I can only be grateful that my Cedric died a quick death, and not a slow and painful one."
Ginny dropped a glass she was pulling out from the Shelf. Mr. Diggory had followed her inside.
"Oh, you must forgive me, the meds. they. they make my hands shaky, see?" She held out her hands, showing Mr. Diggory her hands that where indeed violently shaking. She swished her wand and cleaned up the mess easily and got another glass down from the shelf.
"Bills not going to die, you know." She said seriously as she put the glass on the counter.
"Yes, course not. What. meds."
Ginny paused, "Sometimes, when my overdose gets a little. too out of hand. they think they could solve my pill-taking with taking more pills. They cause rather bad. side affects."
"Like?"
"Temporary Epilepsy, Slight convulsions, head aches. things like that."
"Pills. shouldn't you get wizarding help instead of the muggle way?"
"This. this situation is very foreign to them, and they wouldn't know what to do. Muggles, however, are very accustomed to it."
"I see."
"Brandy?" Ginny held up an amber-colored bottle
"Oh, no thank you, I should be leaving. Do you know when Arthur will be back?"
"Whenever Bill gets better, I suppose."
"And."
"Bill is in an unpredictable state right now."
"Why would they leave you alone if you."
"They think that maybe if I could gain their respect, maybe they could my respect. They don't know what to do with me anymore. They're trying everything they can."
"Oh. I see. Well, I'll leave you to your. things."
And with that, he left.
Ginny sighed, and looked down at the knife in her hand. She picked it up, remembering how close she was to cutting the arrogant bastards throat.
"Stupid idiot," she mumbled as she poured some of the brandy that was in her hand into the cup and took a large swing of it.
The next day, she left to the mall with some money (not hers, and not her dads, either) to get a new wardrobe. The yellow spaghetti straps and sunny tang-tops didn't exactly fit her morbid taste. She left to find anything that fits her taste, and she did. She then walked around, finding new makeup. She came home with her new wardrobe and makeup to hide it. She walked about; humming a lively toon, and started making herself lunch.
'Hmm.' she thought, 'I really shouldn't stay here for very long. they might suspect.'
The doorbell rang. Ginny bounced up to the front door and answered it.
"G'morning, Gin, I was wondering how your parents are doin'! Have you received letter from them?"
Ginny, thinking fast bit her lower lip in worry, "No, Mr. D, I'm afraid I haven't. I suspect Bill is in a terrible state, and they're too busy to write to me, and tell me the results! Then again, they COULD at least write to me."
Diggory looked at her sadly, and replied, "My child, M afraid to be the one tellin' ya, but. I wrote to Bill the other day, asking how he was, if everything is ok, asked him about the sickness. he says that he's been very well, and hasn't been sick for quite some time."
Ginny's mouth dropped open in astonishment, "You mean." she paused, looked down, and looked back up, "Mister Diggory, where are my parents??"
"Calm down, now. How did your parents leave, of what source made them go to Bill?"
Ginny paused, then, "Aye, I'll find it, come inside, have a seat, I'll be back."
Ginny ran up the stairs. She shut the door to her parents' room and shook off the look of anger and shock, and replaced it with a thoughtful look. She got out a piece of parchment, waved her wand a bit, and typing appeared on the paper:
"Dear Mr. And Mrs. Weasly. We regret to inform you that your son, Bill, is in a terrible state of sickness. This case of sickness has not been identified yet, but could be soon. It would be best if you came to his side quickly, for his health is rapidly decreasing.
Sincerely Yours, The Warlock Health Institution Of Egypt"
And on the top left hand corner of the letter, The Warlock Health Institution Of Egypt's crest was forged. A vanilla envelope was summoned with The Burrows address typed upon it and the same crest top left hand corner. She aged the print a bit in both the letter and the envelope just incase it was checked. She did a spell so no one could see where this letter came from. She soon bounded down the steps (in a rush, of course), worried look back on her face and handed the envelope to Mr. Diggory. He read it swiftly. He then looked up.
"Mrs. Weasly, we better get the Ministry of Magic on this case. I fear that your parents have been kidnapped." Ginny nodded enthusiastically.
A/N: I know this isn't very long; then again, all my chapters aren't very long. I forget Mr. Diggory's first name, something with an A, but I lost my books somewhere under my bed and I refuse to make a mess of my room looking for them. The next chapter would be less. insane. I think.